unseasonably (I wander)

Inspired by the phrase ‘or along the fields and hill-sides’ taken from ‘Song of Myself (Leaves of Grass)’ by Walt Whitman. This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project

it is my mind
that does the wandering
not I

I remain
upholstered
in my easy chair

I gaze
unseasonably
at the fire

while my mind
sends reports
in an image stream

a show
without
a tell

a transportation
enabled
by the dance
of flames

I remember
the hill-side

the slope
that I perched above

I recall
the fog
below
that covered
the fields
so what I saw
was a cloud scape

thick enough
I could
perhaps
step upon it

like a man
crossing the water

I recall
the feeling
of the sun
when I raised my face

closed my eyes

as I close my eyes
now
to feel the fire glow

unseasonably
that kind
of warm

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